Neither of us can meet the other’s eyes for a whole week.
Noah keeps to his side of the house, I keep to mine. And I try not to think about it. Not the moment, not the look, not the impossible weight of what almost happened. It was crazy, stupid, really, to even let the thought linger. No matter how starved I am for him, no matter how much of those old feelings still burn under my skin, I can’t cross that line. I shouldn’t even think about it.
Elena may be gone, but she’s still his wife. And Noah? He still loves her.
No one would understand. No one would be okay with it. Not my family. Not his. Not the world. Who would look at me and think, Yes, good job taking care of your sister’s husband and her kid, and oh, while you’re at it, go ahead and fall in love with him too?
What would that
